image photography by Natalie Ving Slime beneath me, slime up above
Ooh, you'll love my (ah-ah-ah) toxic love
-Hexxus Hello, my name is Joey, and I keep trying to heal toxic men. These words have been ringing in my ears for a few weeks now, so much so that I knew eventually I was going to have to bite the bullet and write about it.
As the threat of isolation looms, and the Universe decided level of Shadow work that this introspective period will inevitably bring
image - Adam Bird Photography "It hurts," I cried.
"I know," replied the Witch of my soul, "And look, the Forest beckons."
So it did, once more, a thick underbrush of reckless vines, criss-crossing the broken parts, stitching them anew.
The churned Earth seemed to crumble underfoot, loose and unstable, broken down from all the wandering back and forth, back and forth, without real rest.
"The roots remain, deeper down," she croaked, knowing what was in my mind of course,
image by Econita "I hear you Mother
A thousand men falling at your feet
In a bloodied heap of prophecy
Churning into the very Earth
Staining it Red..."
- War Cry for the Morrigan Anger is at the roots.
It burns and bubbles there, wrathful, terrible and necessary, daring to break the chains of apathetic thinking.
It is the combustive element that lights a spark amongst the gunpowder, until all the rotten foundations are burning, breaking under their outdated weight, and